Philadelphia eats: getting our fill

A cheese steak is a long, crusty roll filled with thinly sliced sautéed steak and melted cheese. generally, the cheese of choice is Cheez Whiz, but American and provolone are common substitutions. The art of cheese steak preparation lies in the balance of flavors, textures and what is often referred to as the ‘drip’ factor. Other toppings may include fried onions, sautéed mushrooms, ketchup and hot or sweet peppers.
– About the Philly cheese steak, from the Philly Way

One of the anticipated indulgences – at least for David and me – of family vacation is tasting the local fare. If we have time before our trip, we look up what Top Chef chef owns a local restaurant or we ask for recommendations, which is why I’m writing about our culinary exploits. I’m always game for trying out restaurants by word of mouth, and I hope my reviews are useful for others. We took advantage of the complimentary continental breakfasts at our Lancaster and Baltimore hotels, and the only restaurant chain we allowed ourselves to frequent was Starbucks for breakfast.

Lancaster’s local charm
As I mentioned in my blog post about Amish country, we missed out on staying at the Amish Homestead (Ben and Emma, 231 Turtle Hill Road, Ephrata, PA 17522, 717.859.2403, Ext. 0) and experiencing a home-cooked Amish meal, which greatly pained me. Not that our two dinners in the Lancaster area were terrible, but we lost an opportunity to fully experience and embrace the Amish world and to provide Isabella with memories that would have made her summer vacation one of the best of her life. Despite being in Pennsylvania Dutch Country, one thing that our family did pass on was a slice of shoo-fly pie, as nobody was interested in its main ingredient – molasses.

Cozy atmosphere at Aussie and the Fox.

Cozy, earthy-toned atmosphere at Aussie and the Fox.

A downtown antique and vintage mall clerk happily referred us to Aussie and the Fox (38 W. King Street, Lancaster, PA 17603, 717.826.4040) for the first dinner of our vacation. The restaurant, which is celebrating its first anniversary this month, serves a blend of Australian and American cuisine, focusing on local, fresh ingredients and offering vegetarian and vegan options. Wondering about the name? In 2011, Lancaster-native Julia Garber and her Australian-born partner, Colin Morrell, partnered with Frank Fox, to make good on their dream of opening up a restaurant. “By blending the two identities of the playful, modern Aussie and the timeless sophistication of the Fox, a unique dining concept was born,” according to the restaurant. “The Aussie and the Fox embodies these two distinct personalities and their contrast influences every detail.”

Heirloom grains.

Heirloom grains.

The kids loved their appetizers as entrees, which included inkers (fresh calamari, fresno chili butter, basil, and preserved lemon) and peel & eat shrimp (a pile of chilled poached shrimp tossed in seasoning, served with chili remoulade & smoked tomato jam for some dipping). David gave his orecchietta pasta of pork sausage ragout, caramelized leek and arugula pesto, grilled zucchini, sweet peas, and shaved goat pecorino a low score because the pasta came from box. My heirloom grains and fresh veggies from local farmers’ fields was mixed with Thai basil, sprouts, and honey-ginger peanut sauce, giving it a nutty texture and lots of savory flavor. The décor of Aussie and the Fox was a mix of earthy and charming Alice in Wonderland, which is the total opposite of the old-world, Colonial brick, Norman Rockwell kind of vibe downtown Lancaster exudes.

The second night we drove around nearby Strasburg, looking for a small-town, old-fashioned dining experience. We got that at the Strasburg Creamery and Deli, which also includes its Country Store and Candy Kitchen (1 West Main Street, Strasburg, PA 17579, 717.687.0766). The shop sells candy and other gifts – and displays busy bees working in their glass-enclosed honeycomb – while the creamery and deli serve up homemade ice cream and waffle cones, deli sandwiches, and fountain drinks. The place was hopping; long lines of locals strolled in to satisfy their sweet tooth on a warm August evening.

Downtown Strasburg and the local deli and creamery.

Downtown Strasburg and the local deli and creamery.

Baltimore: get the blue crab
We didn’t allot ourselves as much time as we’d hoped while in Baltimore. David had spent some time in the area for work several years ago and was looking forward to blue crab. Instead of dining at nearby Inner Harbor, which reminded me of Pier 39 in San Francisco in terms of tourist attraction, we took our crab at Oriole Park in Camden Yards – the Chesapeake crab roll and crab waffle fries for me and the beer-battered soft-shelled crab sandwich for David. We proved that you cannot have too much crab, even if it is expensive.

Crab, crab, and more crab.

Crab, crab, and more crab.

Philadelphia: cheese steak, Asian influence, farm-to-table, and Cuban
Philadelphia has a growing reputation for culinary excellence and many of its chefs have rung up James Beard Awards nominations. Iron Chef Morimoto’s Morimoto Restaurant (723 Chestnut St, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.413.9070) and Iron Chef Jose Garces’s Rosa Blanca (707 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.925.5555) are certainly two of the city’s more famous restaurants. But alas, they were out of our price range.

We checked out the posted menu for Farmicia Food and Tonics (15 S. 3rd Street, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.627.6274), which is in Old City District, so within walking distance of many of our destination points. Farmicia’s concept is to “capture the pleasures of simply crafted food and excellent beverages served in a relaxed yet lively environment. The emphasis is on great tasting food and beverages crafted from local, organic, and artisanal producers.” Isabella was content with a BLT with French fries, while Jacob ordered the rosemary-roasted lamb tenderloin with green beans (he gave a thumbs up), roasted root vegetables, and yogurt-lemon sauce. David struck out with a dry duck breast with crisped skin, wild rice pilaf, sugar snap peas, and tart cherry glaze. I lucked out with the yellow fin tuna grilled in lemon/olive oil and served with tarragon-caper aioli with green beans and red potatoes. Our overall impression was lukewarm. Sending back a dish that is not prepared correctly, however, should enhance one’s dining experience.

Philly cheese steak and homemade chips at the Independence Mall Café.

Philly cheese steak and homemade chips at the Independence Mall Café.

We had to try the Philly cheese steak, and we did so at two different places – the National Constitution Center café and the Independence Mall Café. The version at the former was too salty, although the meat itself was tender, while the version at the latter café was dry but well seasoned. A little history of the cheese steak is in order: The cheese steak made its official debut in 1930. Pat Olivieri was a South Philadelphia hot dog vendor who decided to put some beef from the butcher on his grill. A taxicab driver noticed the aroma and asked for his own steak sandwich. The next day, as the story goes, rumor of the delicious lunch had spread, and cabbies around the city came to Olivieri demanding steak sandwiches. Soon after, Olivieri opened up a shop on 9th Street and Passyunk Avenue, Pat’s King of Steaks, to sell his new creation. Eventually, according to legend, he added cheese to the recipe. Today, Pat’s grills, which I learned about after our trip, are “sizzling 24 hours a day.”

On our first day in Philadelphia, we had time to go to the Visitors Center to become familiar with the area before heading out to Citizens Bank Ballpark for the Phillies game. We knew our dinner was going to be ballpark food, of course, so we tried to hold off eating. While in the Old City District, we stumbled upon Old City Frozen Yogurt and Crepes (229 Market Street, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.625.0500). I’ve become quite the frozen yogurt fiend, and since they had my favorite flavor and combo, Euro tart with fresh strawberries, I couldn’t resist. We were famished and for under eight bucks each, we indulged in their crepes, favoring savory over sweet with smoked Salmon, fresh tomatoes, cream cheese, capers, dill and lemon, and slow-cooked turkey, honey mustard and toasted almonds. That satisfied us at the time, but the frozen yogurt shop lured us back every evening for dessert for the rest of our trip.

Night-life dining in Old City District.

Night-life dining in Old City District.

When David accompanied me on a business trip to New York in the fall of 2008, we ventured to Buddakan, a family-style, modern Asian cuisine restaurant, and I can still say that I had the best meal of my life there. When we discovered that Buddakan (325 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.574.9440) was also in Philadelphia, we immediately made reservations. We ordered Asian Cesar salad with spicy cashews, pork pot stickers with Chinese red vinegar dipping sauce, lobster fried rice with saffron and Thai basil, wasabi mashed potatoes with wasabi crème fraiche and chives, barbecue pork tenderloin with Chinese broccoli and giant panko onion rings, and miso black cod with bok choy, shitake musrooms, and unagi sauce. Our experience in New York, unfortunately, was not replicated in Philadelphia. The lobster fried rice and miso black cod – tender and melted in our mouths – were memorable on the palate, but everything else was just okay. Still, it might be a matter of making curated selections in order to meet our high expectations.

Empanadas at Cuba Libre.

Empanadas at Cuba Libre.

Happily, on our last night in Philadelphia we celebrated our great family vacation with a wonderfully flavorful dinner. The Sugarcube shop owner recommended Continental, but it didn’t seem like a family-friendly restaurant. We walked around that part of Old City District and came upon Cuba Libre Restaurant & Bar (10 South 2nd Street, Philadelphia, PA 19106, 215.627.0666), which is billed as being dedicated to a “continued exploration of Cuban heritage, art, music, flavors, and traditions.” The tropical décor was complemented by upbeat Latin music, and concept chef/partner, Guillermo Pernot, created a savory menu of “Nuevo Cubano” dishes or tapas.

Honey-glazed short ribs.

Honey-glazed short ribs.

Everything looked great and we knew any tapas we ordered would deliver an explosion of flavor. We opted for crispy plantain chips dipped into the Guacamole Cubano (avocado, grilled golden pineapple, roasted jalapeños, fresh lime juice, and extra virgin olive oil). Isabella’s favorite was the steamed Prince Edward Island mussels poached in lobster broth and roasted garlic. The Berkshire pork belly, which was slow roasted in a honey-soy glaze for 12 hours, was nestled in caramelized onions, steamed kale, and slow-roasted tomatoes. The popular Cuban staple, yuca root, not a favorite among us, was prepared as yuca fries with cilantro-caper aioli. The guava-glazed BBQ ribs came with jicama-sambal slaw. Our waiter recommended Mama Amelia’s empanadas of hand-chopped chicken, corn, and Jack cheese with aji-sour cream dipping sauce, which did not disappoint. We adults washed the food down with red sangria, a hearty mix of Porton Pisco, Malbec, blood orange puree, and seasonal fruit. I’ll be trying out Cuban cuisine in my backyard, now that I know how good it can be.

The food we eat on our vacation is an part of our experience and memories. It connects us to the places we want to learn about and embrace. If you ever stop by one of these restaurants, let me know what you thought – and pass it on.

Yuca fries and aioli dipping sauce.

Yuca fries and aioli dipping sauce.

Pamela Braxton of Braxtons’ Boxes: ‘Better than divine’

Soon her eyes fell upon a little glass box lying underneath the table. She opened it and found in it a very small cake, on which the words ‘EAT ME’ were beautifully marked in currants.
 – Lewis Carroll (pen name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), English writer, mathematician, logician, photographer, and Anglican deacon, from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Cupcake heaven.

Cupcake heaven.

I first met Pamela Braxton at the El Cerrito Community Center when my son Jacob and her son, Zachary, were enrolled in a pre-school T-ball class in 2004 – the same year she and her husband, Ron, launched their baked-goods small business, Braxtons’ Boxes (510.708.7089). Our sons attended the same elementary school and through the years they donated cakes for our school auctions. For my daughter Isabella’s tea parties for her fourth and fifth birthdays in 2006 and 2007, Braxtons’ Boxes whipped up the prettiest and tastiest cupcakes and petit fours, which backed up the “killer Yelp reviews” that the bake-to-order company has racked up, and perfectly captured their tagline, “Better than Divine.” It wasn’t until I sat down with Pamela, now 46, for an interview last fall that I got to know the back story of how Braxtons’ Boxes came to be.

Baby's first birthday cake!

Baby’s first birthday cake!

It’s in their DNA
Pamela has always loved to cook and bake, and during her undergraduate years at the University of California,Berkeley, her home was the destination for friends who wanted to indulge in her latest creations. She worked in the art history & classics library at Doe Memorial Library on campus, and served up muffins to the graduate students studying there. Ron also grew up with a love of cooking and baking, under the tutelage of – and sometimes despite – his mother and five aunts, who were constantly competing in the kitchen for the best dishes.

Delicate details: dots and swirls.

Delicate details: dots and swirls.

The two met on a blind date in June 1994, after Pamela recovered from a serious illness and relocated from living with her parents in Utah to the Bay Area. She recalled the stories about roasted chicken dinners that Ron had served up at two in the morning for his starving roommates. Her own personal experiences of his post-midnight French onion soup and chocolate chip cookies he whipped up during their courtship are fondly remembered. “Cooking was in [Ron’s] blood,” she said. It’s also his lifeline: A year ago in January, Ron suffered from a serious illness, and cooking and baking – remembering recipes and getting back in the kitchen again – literally helped him to recover, Pamela poignantly shared.

Pamela and Ron at their 1995 wedding.

Pamela and Ron at their 1995 wedding.

In the beginning: watering mouths leads to word of mouth
In 2004, at the behest of an old college friend, Pamela and Ron baked a chocolate cake with chocolate ganache and raspberry preserves, complete with a gold silhouette of Oscar on top, for an Academy Awards party. The cake was a hit and led to a request by a Bay Area writer and blogger to bake a cake for her daughter, then 5, that featured tie-dyed, psychedelic swirls of bright color and a guitar – think: 60s glam. By the time Pamela and Ron baked a cake for a friend’s christening party, word of mouth about their delectable cakes “rippled out from there,” Pamela recalled, and they were compelled to start Braxtons’ Boxes, which got its name when Pamela was boxing up an order.

90th birthday cake celebrates important milestones in the birthday woman's life.

90th birthday cake celebrating important milestones.

90th birthday cake close-up of these wonderful details.

90th birthday cake close-up of the wonderfully detailed milestones.

Through the first five years of their business, Ron was still working in the mortgage industry, but when the economic recession hit, he turned his full attention to their business in 2011. Pamela credits Ron for being the master, “the closet researcher and PhD,” or, as one of their vegan clients refers him, “the mad scientist” in the kitchen. Ron is a “fanatic,” says Pamela, about researching recipes and then “just knowing how to tweak them to make them better.” That’s how Braxtons’ Boxes develops its core library of recipes.

A box of Christmas cookies.

A box of Christmas cookies.

A Decade of decadence
In the beginning, they also relied on the organization, SCORE, which comprises retired businessmen and women who mentor new entrepreneurs. A retired baker helped them with procuring their licensing and creating a business plan for funding. “It was still very much a hobby for a couple of years,” Pamela said, of their formerly home-based business. Partnerships with caterers allowed them to expand their business. Throughout their career they have worked with Carrie Dove Catering, California Rose Catering, and Grace Lee of Grace Lee Events and owner of The Mixing Bowl in Oakland.

As all entrepreneurs will tell you, many lessons were learned along the way – for example, exercising patience and learning how to say no. It was a revelation for Pamela to turn away a potential client whose order was outside their expertise or expectation. “To be honest, every time we’ve said no, something amazing and often bigger, comes along,” she confided. In tandem with saying no is not apologizing. “Ron has schooled me in not apologizing,” Pamela said. “It’s okay that you can’t accommodate every request, to their exact specifications. You need to know your abilities, and do your job the way you do it. We have very high standards for ourselves.”

Cookies and brownies in a box.

Cookies and brownies in a box.

That said, Braxtons’ Boxes accommodates clients who have specialty needs or whose food allergies dictate the ingredients in their orders – to a certain point. “It’s a double-edged sword,” Pamela admitted. “It’s bittersweet because we have learned how to create something delicious without using butter and eggs – things you associate with a cake. Sometimes we have to say no because too many basic ingredients are allergens, and we don’t want to put our name on something that isn’t delicious.” Despite the caveat, Braxtons’ Boxes have been lauded for their nut-, gluten- and dairy-free creations.

After ten years in business, Braxtons’ Boxes is contemplating next steps for potential expansion. Pamela and Ron have researched operating a truck to be mobile and able to participate in events such as Off-the-Grid. And they have also considered opening a storefront, which presents both growth opportunities and enormous challenges and responsibilities. For the local community, a physical destination for sweets would be a treat!

A sweet hamburger cake.

A sweet hamburger cake.

The Joy of baking
“I love working for myself,” Pamela enthused. “I love that Ron and I can actually work together and not kill each other,” she added, laughing. Pamela, who had formal training in art since age six and has a degree in art history with a minor in French, also appreciates that she can express her art in this medium.

While bumps in the road are inevitable for any small-business entrepreneur – the learning curve may be creative and fulfilling, but it is steep – Pamela noted that the bottom line is that you enjoy the work. “Enjoy that you decided to do this to yourself,” she said. And especially enjoy the gratitude from the recipients of their baked creations. “That’s the joy – when you deliver those cupcakes with butterflies, or a volcano cake. At the moment of seeing our clients’ faces, that totally makes it for us.”

Pamela and Ron's boys in chocolate - Zachary (left) and Quincy (right).

Pamela and Ron’s boys in chocolate – Zachary (left) and Quincy (right).

Editor’s Note: Braxtons’ Boxes will be participating in the Lunafest Film Festival’s dessert circle following the film screening on Saturday, March 8th, 7:30pm, at the El Cerrito High School’s Performing Arts Center, 540 Ashbury Avenue, El Cerrito, CA 94530. Come celebrate women’s artistic vision in film, support the Breast Cancer Fund and other local organizations, and just as important, taste the scrumptious cupcakes and cookies that Braxtons’ Boxes will be serving and meet Pamela in person.

Braxtons' Boxes' reputation is certainly taking off.

Braxtons’ Boxes’ reputation has certainly taken off.

Austin’s Sunday bluegrass brunch and the LBJ Library and Museum

It is the excitement of becoming – always becoming, trying, probing, falling, resting, and trying again – but always trying and always gaining . . .
– Lyndon Baines Johnson, 36th U.S. President, Inaugural Address, January 20, 1965

Threadgill's West Riverside Drive location did not have the Sunday gospel brunch today.

Threadgill’s West Riverside Drive location did not have the Sunday gospel brunch today.

An Austin bluegrass brunch to remember
Thanks to a recommendation from Irene Koch at BHIX, we set our sights on the Sunday gospel brunch at Threadgill’s (301 W. Riverside Drive, Austin, 512.472.9304). We arrived early, secured a corner booth, and enjoyed our Southern breakfast, but it turned out that the choir thought there wasn’t a performance today (perhaps because it was Super Bowl Sunday?) and wasn’t going to show up. Thinking quickly, we decided to hot-foot it to the other Threadgill’s location (6416 N. Lamar – Austin, 512.451.5440) and arrived a half-hour after the bluegrass performance began.

The Sunday bluegrass brunch was a go at the Threadgill's North Lamar location!

The Sunday bluegrass brunch was a go at Threadgill’s North Lamar location!

Though I would have loved to have waved and clapped my hands to a soul-stirring gospel performance, I am very glad we heard Out of the Blue, a trio comprising Jamie Stubblefield on guitar, Ginger Evans on bass, and Rob Lifford on mandolin. What a treat! We heard traditional bluegrass, as well as their renditions of Bob Dylan and the Beatles’ “My Life.” The best song was the lively one that, of course, I didn’t record. It’s called “The Hangman’s Reel,” and required a lot of flying fingers on the strings. I really love the sound of the mandolin, though I am fond of the guitar and the bass, as well. All three were terrific on their respective instruments. I was hoping to link to one of their songs, but the size of the files were too large. Definitely check out their site to hear their music.

Local bluegrass trio Out of the Blue making beautiful music.

Local bluegrass trio Out of the Blue making beautiful music.

Here’s an interesting piece of local history: Kenneth Threadgill, a country singer and tavern owner, opened his gas station at the Austin city limits in 1933 and sold gas, food, and beer – when the Prohibition law was repealed. In fact, he was the first one in the state to get a liquor license post-Prohibition. He transformed the gas station into a tavern that featured live entertainment. After the war, Threadgill and his Hootenanny Hoots played to packed houses, which included local college students who also performed on stage. One such University of Texas student was Janis Joplin, who became good friends with the Threadgills and sang at his venue. While some credit Threadgill’s for starting her career, the modest Threadgill said that she “started herself” at his place. Austin is known for its musical roots, and we were lucky to get a taste of local bluegrass.

The Living-large legacy of LBJ
After brunch, we went to the Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum (2313 Red River Street, Austin, 512.721.0200, donation of $8 for adults), which is on the grounds of the University of Texas. The museum covers three expansive floors, and his archives alone house 45 million pages of documents, photographs, video, and audio files, which are the raw materials documenting his life and times.

The Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum is an enormous building on the campus of the University of Texas at Austin.

The Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum is an enormous building on the campus of the University of Texas at Austin.

While LBJ is known to many of my contemporaries as the President who was mired in the Vietnam War, it should be mandatory for all school children to visit this museum and see just how much LBJ transformed America and continues to influence all of us to this day as a result of his Great Society vision and legislation. It’s staggering to catalog the many groundbreaking pieces of legislation he pushed through Congress, but you know me, I have to give it a go.

Landmark legislation
I was familiar with the bigger pieces of legislation, namely the 1964 Civil Rights Act that ended segregation, the 1965 Voting Rights Act that eliminated poll taxes that African-Americans had to pay to vote and deliberately confusing literacy tests they were subjected to before they could vote, and finally the Civil Rights Act of 1968. I was also familiar with his Economic Opportunity Act, which was the centerpiece of LBJ’s War on Poverty and signed into law in 1964. The act created several social programs in the areas of education, healthcare, and the general welfare of those people in the lower-economic class. Head Start and Job Corps are two of the few remaining programs. I remember the now-defunct Volunteers in Service to America (VISTA) program when I was growing up, and much admired its work, along with Kennedy’s Peace Corps.

The LBJ Library and Museum face an expansive courtyard.

The LBJ Library and Museum faces an expansive courtyard.

In 1963, JBJ signed the Clean Air Act, which was established to combat air pollution and the first of many acts to protect the environment. LBJ was the first President to sign into law clean air and water quality legislation, and he went on to sign laws for pesticide control, water resource planning, solid waste disposal, highway beautification, air quality, and water and sanitation systems in rural areas, among other areas. The Water Quality Act combatted water pollution by seeking higher water quality standards, and the Wilderness Act formalized the process of designating wilderness areas for protection.

In 1965, he signed the Immigration and Nationality Act, which allowed immigrants of color – not just immigrants of European descent – to come into America. The Social Security Amendment in 1965 created Medicare and Medicaid. While the system needs an overhaul today, it remains, in my opinion, a critical safety net for older Americans, and indeed, for us all. I for one can say that without Medicare my sisters and I would have had to borrow money out of our homes to pay for the seven-plus total weeks that our mother was in the ICU and then an acute-care facility. Our mother was a hard worker, paid into her pension and Social Security, saved a lot of money, and even took out secondary health insurance, but there was no way she could have paid for those last weeks of her life.

LBJ also passed the Elementary and Secondary Education Act, and the Higher Education Act, which provided financial assistance for low-income families. The latter act provided Pell Grants, which my sisters and I received – and put to good use. The Heart Disease Care and Cancer and Stroke amendment to the Public Health Service Act and the Cigarette Labeling and Advertisement Act paved the way for research of diseases caused by tobacco use and awareness about the dangers of smoking.

The staircase from the 3rd floor to the 4th floor gives you a view of the impressive collection of LBJ's archives.

The staircase from the 3rd floor to the 4th floor gives you a view of the impressive collection of LBJ’s archives.

The Child Protection Act of 1966 ensured that manufacturers made safe toys. The National Traffic and Motor Vehicle Safety Act mandated safety belt use. (He also signed the Highway Safety Act the same year.) It reminded me of an older friend who used to give me rides to the evening choral rehearsals with the San Francisco State University choir. Whenever we would come to a stop sign, her right arm instinctively shot out, a reflex of the pre-safety belt days when it was common practice to put one’s arm out to protect the passenger. In that same year, LBJ signed the Freedom of Information Act, which allowed citizens to access formerly classified documents, and the Fair Packaging and Labeling Act, which was designed to provide more information to educate consumers.

In 1967, the Public Broadcast Act enabled the formation of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, which in turn established the Public Broadcasting System and National Public Radio, which David and I enjoy, as do many of our friends. LBJ was responsible for creating the National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities under the National Foundation on the Arts and the Humanities Act. And in that year, he appointed Thurgood Marshall as a justice to the Supreme Court.

A photo-engraved magnesium mural of "A Generation of Presidents" includes LBJ in the Great Hall o the 4th floor.

A photo-engraved magnesium mural of “A Generation of Presidents” includes LBJ in the Great Hall of the 4th floor.

In 1968, he signed the Fire Control Act, Fire Research and Safety Act, and the Wild and Scenic Rivers Act. The Fair Housing Act guaranteed that people of color were not discriminated against when they tried to buy a home. By signing the National Trails System Act, LBJ created the 2,663-mile-long Pacific Crest Trail enjoyed by many a nature lover.

We spent three and a half hours at the museum, and that was only because the museum was closing. We hurried through the 10th floor, which had a smaller-scale version of LBJ’s Oval Office. I think another half-hour would have sufficed, but I learned so much about a man who had a vision about creating a better America and world through his Great Society but was tortured by an unwinnable war that he could not end. (A side note: The Fog of War, a 2003 documentary by Errol Morris about LBJ’s secretary of defense Robert McNamara, illustrates the complexities of the Vietnam War and LBJ’s dilemma. This documentary is highly recommended!) What is amazing is the legacy LBJ did leave, which I so anal retentively and chronologically cataloged.

Here are some amazing statistics that I took with me: When LBJ entered the presidency, the percent of Americans living in poverty in the U.S. was 22 percent. When he left, it was 13 percent. (Another source in the museum said that the reduction went from 20 percent to 12 percent.) No other president has been able to make such an impact on this scourge. He was instrumental in adding 36 sites – a total of 10 million acres – to the National Park System. And he was the founder of the U.S. space program, which fostered the belief that humans could achieve anything.

A statue of LBJ greets you at the entrance of his library and museum.

A statue of LBJ greets you at the entrance of his library and museum.

LBJ understood poverty after his freshman year in college when he took a teaching assignment in a small rural town in Texas called Cotulla, where his predominantly Mexican-American students were poor and often came to school on empty stomachs. Back then he understood that poverty is a symptom not a cause, and that in order to eradicate poverty, we would have to as a great society work together to ensure quality healthcare, education, housing, and job training, and address violence in our communities. The vision of the Great Society was not meant to be a handout but rather a hand up, to make individuals and their communities self-sustaining.

I doubt my kids – at ages 10 and 12.5 – would have had to patience to go through every display and exhibit as we did, but even if they could retain just a smidgeon of what I learned today, their knowledge of one of the most visionary presidents in modern times would have been enhanced greatly. There is truly not a day goes by that someone in our country is not impacted by legislation signed by LBJ. That’s quite a legacy. To quote LBJ: “The Great Society asks not how much, but how good; not only how to create wealth, but how to use it; not only how fast we are going, but where we are headed. It proposes as the first test for a nation: the quality of its people.”

A Meal to end an eventful day
How to end such a full day? After hitting up Feathers again, we decided to take on another suggestion by our friend at Uncommon Objects. We settled ourselves at Woodland (1716 S. Congress Avenue, 512.441.6800), which features appetizers such as spiced pork empanadas, southern corn fritters, and crispy fried Gulf oysters. We enjoyed the roast duck tostada as appetizer (slow-cooked pork seasoned with cumin, cayenne, and red chili in a masa crust with a tomatillo dipping sauce) and the porcini-dusted salmon on a blanket of leek risotta and drizzled with truffle oil. Both were worthy meals to close out my last full day as a tourist in this fun city.

Peasant Jewelry by Michael Hickey features deconstructed rosary pieces and a bone.

Peasant Jewelry by Michael Hickey features deconstructed rosary pieces and a bone.

Peasant Jewelry by Michael Hickey at Feathers. The religious medallion at the top opens up to an engraving inside.

Peasant Jewelry by Michael Hickey at Feathers. The religious medallion at the top opens up to an engraving inside.

The Winter wonderland that is Brooklyn

Quote

I once started out to walk around the world, but ended up in Brooklyn,
that Bridge was too much for me.

– Lawrence Ferlinghetti, American poet and painter, A Coney Island of the Mind

Beautiful brownstones in snow.

Beautiful brownstones in snow.

Greetings from Brooklyn! When I arrived Saturday morning, it was 18 degrees and snowing lightly. It had snowed the night before, and as I was driven from JFK to my sister’s and my new friend’s place in Brooklyn, I marveled at the pristine layer of snow that endowed the cityscape with a quietude and pureness. I was reminded of Peter’s world in Brooklyn from A Snowy Day.Last week, I had pulled out my 1988 army-surplus-store, army-issue Alaskan arctic parka (from my Jesuit Volunteer Corp. days in Alaska) to wear, fortified by long underwear. But when it came time to start packing, I realized it was too bulky to take and pack (as my business travels were to take me to Dallas and Austin, as well), and I needed a more functional and business-looking coat that would keep me warm and allow me to enter a business event and still feel presentable. I escaped having to attempt styling a chic look with my arctic parka and got a city parka. I needed it. The temps never rose past 21 degrees that day and the wind blew with such force, which made for quite the hike from our friend Mason’s apartment in the Cobble Hill district of Brooklyn to the Brooklyn Parkway Waterfront by way of the shoreline. I breathed through my mouth because my nose stung when I breathed normally. If only my boots were waterproof in the slushy snow, as my ski socks kept my feet warm so long as they were dry!

View of the City from Brooklyn.

View of the City from Brooklyn.

The Idiotarod shopping cart races
All that said, it was the perfect weekend to be in Brooklyn. On Saturday, the annual Idiotarod shopping cart race took off shortly after noon, near the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. Favorite entrants were the Cart full of Mitt Romney’s Binders Full of Women. The most expansive entrant was the multi-piece speakeasy, complete with piano, bar and gaming table attended by champagne-sipping, gangster-clad men and women. The Pac-Man crew made their outfits out of brightly colored nylon laundry bags and their cart was re-envisioned as the Pac-Man who demonstrated eating fellow crew members dressed as a banana and a cherry. Such an 80s thing. Arriving late but just in time were the Medieval knights in their very detailed chain-mail suits of armor and their just-as-elaborately-constructed catapult, and the Charlie Sheen characters, who dressed their shopping cart with Charlie Sheen movie posters, such as Wall Street, Major League, and Platoon. There were not as many entrants this year, but with the temps as they were, can you blame them? Once they took off, we escaped the outdoors at an equally quick clip.

Medieval shopping cart.

Medieval shopping cart.

Cart full of binders of women!

Cart full of binders of women!

Mason had introduced us to the Chocolate Room on Court Street when we were there in September, so it was only fitting that we retired to this mecca for chocoholics for something to warm our tummies and de-ice our extremities. This time, we tried their seasonal dark spicy hot chocolate (imagine Ancho chili, Chipotle chili, cloves, and cinnamon mixed with Belgian chocolate and Valhrona cocoa powder). You can order your own online, but if you’re in Brooklyn, it is a must-see.

The Brooklyn Museum: Mummies, European painters, feminist art abounds

Rodin and me at the Brooklyn Museum.

Rodin and me at the Brooklyn Museum.

Satiated, warm, and dry, my sister and I set out for the architecturally beautiful Brooklyn Museum. I’d heard about the museum’s world-renowned Egyptian collection, but that was the extent of my knowledge. I wish we had scheduled the entire day because we only saw half of the museum in a hurried three hours. We were greeted by Auguste Rodin sculpture when we entered the building. Surrounding the Beaux-Arts Court, which is equally architecturally stunning, were European works of art, including paintings by Pissarro, Monet, Manet, Kandinsky, and Goya. My two favorites were by Russian artist Vasily Vereshchagin, who painted these two enormous canvases, “A Resting Place of Prisoners” and “The Road of the War Prisoners” (both 1878-1879). The “battle painter,” who had participated in military campaigns as a decorated soldier, painted realistic scenes from many wars. The paintings at the Brooklyn Museum are from the Russo-Turkish War (1877-88). They were very haunting, and he captured both the indifference of the bitter cold and the horrors of death and war without employing a heavy hand.

The Beau-Arts Court, featuring European paintings.

The Beau-Arts Court, featuring European paintings.

The Egyptian collection comprises more than 1,200 artifacts, including sculpture, relief, paintings, pottery, and papyri, across seven galleries. The collection tells the story of Egyptian art from its earliest known origins (circa 3500 B.C.E.) until the Roman era when Egypt was folded into their empire (30 B.C.E.–395 C.E.). While everything was breathtaking and in need of more leisurely time to examine all the details, the most stunning gallery for me was the mummy chamber, which included four mummies, detailed exhibits on the process of mummification, and a very long scroll on the Book of the Dead. The layout of the galleries reminded me of the rooms upon rooms that archeologists found when they discovered the mummies. This collection alone is priceless as a destination point.

Detail of an Egyptian cartonnage, the material of which mummy cases are made.

Detail of an Egyptian cartonnage, the material of which mummy cases are made.

Heidi was familiar with The Dinner Party by Judy Chicago, which is a permanent exhibit at the museum. This installation artwork is by the feminist artist who collaborated with other artists to assemble her vision of a dinner party with 39 place settings, complete with personalized banner and dinner plate, for both mythical and historical women. There are quite a few plates that overtly depict the female vulva, which take issue with the phallic symbols that have been abundant in art history. She started the project in 1974, and it premiered at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art in 1979. It’s an amazing exhibit that all women and especially girls should see to appreciate her contribution to women and art, and to learn about the many important but often forgotten women in history.

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge on a crisp sunny Sunday morning.

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge on a crisp sunny Sunday morning.

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge under a full moon
The Brooklyn gods were smiling upon Heidi and me Sunday morning, as we were determined to walk that bridge. It was something I was advised to do when I was in New York in 2008, and I vowed to do it the next time I was in town. Tragically, last September, Heidi and I walked the Manhattan Bridge by accident, but it guaranteed that we had to return to Brooklyn again. And so we did, and so the wind and freezing temperatures of Saturday did not deter us.

It was 31 degrees, sunny with no wind – a perfect day to traipse across this beautiful bridge and enjoy the skyline. We spent the day at the Museum of Modern Art (more on that in the next blog entry) and then after returning to a few local haunts (In God We Trust and End of Century), we decided to walk the bridge back to Brooklyn at night. It was seven in the evening when we began our walk with the full moon and the city lights as accessories to this glorious old bridge. It was really invigorating.

New York under a full moon seen from the Brooklyn Bridge.

New York under a full moon seen from the Brooklyn Bridge.

Dinner at Talde
How to celebrate another wonderful day? Saturday evening, Heidi and I had the best pulled pork sandwich I’ve ever had, along with a well-paired Cabernet Sauvignon at Pork Slope, a roadhouse-inspired bar by Top Chef alum Dale Talde and his partners that takes its name from its neighborhood of Park Slope. Talde actually has three restaurants in Park Slope (Thistle Hill Tavern serves casual seasonal tavern fare and handcrafted cocktails). So we met Mason at Talde‘s namesake restaurant, a casual Asian-American restaurant and bar. Talde was previously a sous chef at Buddakan, where David and I dined and swooned over the food back in 2008 in the Chelsea district.

So forgive me my inclination to tell you all what we had for dinner. For appetizers, we had kale salad with hazelnut ponzu and persimmon, green mango salad with crushed peanuts and Thai chili, and Hawaiian bread buns with Filipino pork sausage (of course) and pickled shallots and garlic vinegar mayo. Our noodle selection was crispy oyster and bacon pad thai, and our side dish was roasted cauliflower. Our main entrees were smoked charred sui pork shoulder with peanuts and autumn pears and wok-charred Black Angus rib eye, to go along with our sangiovese. For dessert, we had chocolate bar cookies and, couldn’t resist, Talde’s version of Halo-Halo, a Filipino dessert that is made of shaved ice and the various versions have different ingredients such as creamed corn, shredded cantaloupe, and condensed sweetened milk. Talde’s version had Cap’n Crunch, which I was not all that keen on, but it goes with the tradition of making the dessert your own with different ingredients. It was an unbelievably satisfying meal. And one that I will definitely take David to, as he is a big Top Chef fan and a foodie. If you’re ever in Brooklyn, I highly recommend Talde.

We are now in Manhattan, and though I love Manhattan, there is nothing like Brooklyn. I remember telling friends when I returned home in September that I would move to Brooklyn in a heartbeat. Oh, they said, the humid summers and frigid winters will change your mind. Well, the frigid winters didn’t sway me. I guess I’ll have to come back in the summer to test the other half of their hypothesis. Game on!

Welcome back to Brooklyn at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge!

Welcome back to Brooklyn at the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge!

Fare thee well, chai latte

Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life.
– Thich Nat Hahn, Vietnamese Zen Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet, and peace activist

A perfectly formal outfit for high tea.

A perfectly formal outfit for high tea.

This morning I drank my last tall mug of chai latte with soy milk. I can’t tell you how many mornings I sat down at my home office desk after walking the kids to school and relished sipping the slightly spicy drink with the hint of ginger on my tongue. It set me in a calm and clear frame of mind, ready for the work day.I drank the real chai many years ago at the Community of Writers at Squaw Valley conference, where one of my housemates, who was East Indian, brewed it fresh. There is nothing like waking up to the aroma of cinnamon, cloves, and especially grated ginger. I was sold on chai and its explosion and marriage of flavors, but nothing off the shelf matched what I savored and I didn’t have time in the mornings to make my own.

Years later, I began drinking chai latte because of the ginger. When I was suffering from morning sickness my first trimester with my daughter, my mother-in-law recommended that I eat crystalized ginger. That particular preparation of ginger didn’t alleviate my nausea, but one morning on my commute to work I dragged myself to the Starbucks near my BART station exit and ordered a chai latte with soy milk – being lactose intolerant – hoping that the ginger in the mix would help. The moment I took my first sip my nausea literally disappeared. It happened the next morning and the next. Once I got past the second trimester, however, I stopped buying it because I couldn’t bring myself to pay that much for a drink.

Black and white and sparkly, mixing vintage rhinestone jewelry with Tiffany sterling silver mesh jewelry.

Black and white and sparkly, mixing vintage rhinestone jewelry with Tiffany sterling silver mesh jewelry.

But then I found the Tazo chai latte mix in Costco. I was in heaven until they stopped stocking it. When I found it on the shelves again one winter, I bought cases of it to last a year. When I ran out and there were none to be found at Costco, I discovered that Target carried it and I resumed my habit. Through the years, there have been mornings when I thought the chai latte didn’t taste as good as I always expected it to be. And, being disappointed, I thought, yes, I could give it up.I have found that as I get older, I have had to consider food from a different perspective. Food is now viewed as what does or doesn’t impede a healthy digestive system. And more recently, what foods to avoid that age your skin – sugar, caffeine, and alcohol are culprits that are often named in articles about nutrition and aging. And yet, I couldn’t give up the thing that was part of my morning routine. Some days I wasn’t enamored with the flavors and other days it tasted so good I was crazy to consider banishing it from my diet. Until your body tells you that something you’re consuming is making you feel off.

Time for casual tea in a Tocca coat from Personal Pizazz (Berkeley, CA).

Time for casual tea in a Tocca coat from Personal Pizazz (Berkeley, CA).

Unwilling to give up my chai lattes, I replaced soy milk with almond milk, upon recommendation by women friends after discussions about how soy milk is hard on the digestive system. (In a month-long experiment, I have discovered that having eliminated soy milk from my diet made a difference in that area. I’m not well versed enough about the pros and cons of soy, but from what little I’ve read the literature points to unfermented, genetically modified soy as being unhealthful.) No matter what brand I tried, however, I did not like the taste of almond milk and it didn’t blend well when heated with the chai latte mix. It was either watery or coagulating, which made it seem easy – finally – to give it all up. So not only was I going to have a healthy digestive system, I was also going to do my skin a favor (because I am not going to give up my vino so it had to be something else) and not feel like I had to relinquish anything I enjoyed.

Chunky ring from Lava 9 (Berkeley, CA), Carmela Rose vintage brass earrings, Sundance rings, and J. Crew necklace.

Chunky ring from Lava 9 (Berkeley, CA), Carmela Rose vintage brass earrings, Sundance rings, and J. Crew necklace.

The thing about giving up something is that you need to replace it, even after the love has waned. I’m sure behavioral studies have been conducted on the success of replacing a habit with something else just as or even more enticing or enjoyable. I used to hold up my hands in a “no, thank you” gesture to the Teavana people handing out samples outside their storefront. When my cousin Janet was in town last summer, we tried several cups, and I was hooked by the explosion of flavors. But wait, there’s more. The tea has less caffeine than my chai latte mix and the white and green teas are rich in antioxidants. White teas are the least processed of all teas, the Teavana person informed me. Yes, she was selling me her product, but the flavor and aroma sold me – along with texture, those are the three things that I most appreciate in food. And I loved the fact that there were so many different flavors and fruity versions – and chocolate – and that I could mix to create my own special blends. I had found my replacement.

Mixing textures: Nubby chenille turtleneck, Tocca herringbone tweed coat (Personal Pizazz), faux leather and knit leggings, chocolate leather booties, and warm brass jewelry.

Mixing textures: Nubby chenille turtleneck, Tocca herringbone tweed coat (Personal Pizazz), faux leather and knit leggings, chocolate leather booties, and warm brass jewelry.

But I had to go through my stockpile of chai latte cartons, which surprisingly has taken a number of months to consume. I suffered through the almond milk in my chai lattes, until I broke down and bought a half-gallon of soy milk this week, which was a mistake. The last drop from the last chai latte mix carton was emptied this morning. I hesitated before throwing the carton in the trashcan. Later this morning, there was just a hint of longing as I looked into the deep well of my empty mug.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be mixing wild orange blossom herbal tea leaves with youthberry white tea leaves. I will drink my tea slowly and reverently. And feel cleansed.